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Give Me The Wind(A Compilation of Motorcycle Poetry)

You might catch 'Lad' as
he passes you by on his
'88
Harley, Spirit of America,
on his way to a Biker Event,
a Personal Appearance or
a Poetry Reading.

Song of
the Spirit
Now
I’ve got a friend that’s
a big part of me
She’s dark red and chrome and a pretty sight to see
The highway’s her home, that’s where she likes to be
And Spirit of America’s her name

Chorus: And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see

When Spirit is rolling her pipes singing loud
I’ve got wings on my feet and my head in the clouds
I’ll be light years away from the stress and the crowds
With Spirit I’m live and I’m free.

Chorus:
And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see

There are those who despise my old wandering yen
Say nomadic life-styles’ll
bring a bad end
But I wouldn’t change things to save you my friend

Cause riding the road is my life.

Chorus:
And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see

When the time comes to fold and I’ve played my last card
And the moon lights the highway, go stand in the yard
Cup your hand to your ear and you listen real hard
And you’ll hear us go riding on by.

Chorus:
And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see

From
William 'Lad' Carrington:There
can be no right or wrong categories attached to those who serve.
Those labels are reserved for governments and ideologies. Those who
serve and especially those who in their service pay the ultimate
price are always in the right, because they have only done what they
were asked to do.

So
I go to the wall because by the grace of God my name is not written
there. I go because I, and all of us, owe something to those whose
names are on that wall. Because that wall represents all of the
Americans who have paid that price, and the rest of us have
inherited the country and the benefits bought by their sacrifice.

You
cannot visit that wall without feeling the spirits that are
represented there. We should all go there and show those who
survived, and if they are looking down on us, those whose names are
written there, that even if it is late in coming a grateful nation
remembers and stops to say thank you.

While
at the wall in ‘96 I wrote the poem that follows and was honored
to be allowed to read it at the American Legion in Arlington and at
the Writers Project at The Wall. Since then I have been invited back
annually and in 1999 was asked to read at the Women’s Memorial as
well.